Three hours after they had checked in a young male doctor walked into the waiting room, reading a chart.
"McCoy, Steph?" he called, hazel eyes looking up and searching the room. A few heads turned as Steph nodded and stood up, looking at the floor as she walked over to him.
The young man smiled at her. "My name is Doctor Phyllips, I'll be treating you. Who is this?" he asked, looking at Remy.
"Her brother," Remy grunted.
Steph didn't let her surprise show as he shook the doctor's hand and introduced himself.
"Brother," the doctor repeated, looking from Steph to Remy.
"He's adopted," Steph said and Dr. Phyllips nodded.
"Ah," he said. "Well, you're welcome to accompany Steph, Mr. Lebeau." He looked at his chart again and then chuckled. "And in case you wanted to know, I'll be treating that bloke you knocked a while ago next, he thinks you've broken his nose. I must say that was a nice left hook though."
"You watchin'?" Remy asked, eyebrow raised as they started to walk.
Dr. Phyllips nodded.
"My office overlooks the parking lot," he said as they got onto an elevator. Soon they got out on the third floor and walked down the hall into a small white room. Dr. Phyllips nodded at the examining table and Steph sat on it.
"Did you treat this with anything?" he asked, looking at her cut.
Steph blinked. "Um, no, I didn't touch it."
"Was it exposed to anything potentially hazardous?" Dr. Phyllips asked.
"I was a in a smoky bar for a while," she admitted.
Dr. Phyllips nodded.
"So it would seem," he said. "Luckily there's no sign of any infection, or else you'd probably be in some real serious trouble." He put something wet on it and wiped around, then put a bandage over it and examined the other cuts and scrapes on her face.
"No infections?" Steph said nervously.
"Not that I can see," Dr. Phyllips said.
"What 'bout your arm, chere?" Remy said, sitting on a seat.
"Like I'd forget that," Steph growled.
Dr. Phyllips' eyebrows lifted. "Arm?"
Steph gingerly took off her overcoat and pointed at her arm.
"I think I broke it," she said. "That's why Rem hit the reporter when he grabbed me. It hurts bad."
Dr. Phyllips began to feel it carefully. "Can you raise your arm above your head?" he asked. Steph tried and grimaced as it lifted slightly, then refused to go any further and fell back. "We'll need some X rays just to be sure, but it probably is broken."
Steph nodded. "Could I get an aspirin or something?" she asked. "The thing's been killing me since I woke up."
"Are you allergic to anything?" he asked. "I need to know before I can administer any medication."
Steph looked at him for a moment, wondering how to answer.
"Not dat she knows," Remy said smoothly, and she nodded.
Dr. Phyllips nodded slowly and looked from her to Remy before going into a cabinet and taking out some pills, giving two to Steph with a glass of water.
"Swallow those, and come with me, we'll get those X-rays done quickly," he said as Steph took the pills and got up to follow him. Remy also stood up but Dr. Phyllips shook his head. "You'll need to stay here until we come back," he said.
Remy scowled but sat back down, moving the chair over to the windows and looking at the parking lot below.
"Hello, St. Peter's Hospital, how many I help you?"
"I need to contact someone," Hank said, bouncing Sam on his hip. "Steph Logan McCoy?"
"Let me check, please hold on one moment," the nurse replied. A moment later she spoke again. "Steph McCoy? Yes, she's still here, but unfortunately she's having an X-ray done at the moment, can I take a message to her doctor to give to her?"
Hank's heart sunk as he shook his head at Scott, Jubilee, Kitty, and Bobby, who were waiting anxiously behind him.
"No," Hank said miserably. "Is there no way I can contact her now? It's most urgent!"
"I understand sir," the nurse said, sounding hassled. "But she's getting an X-ray…." Hank could not stop the impatient snort escaping him. The nurse apologized tersely and then hung up, leaving Hank staring at the phone a minute, then up at the others.
"She hung up," he said.
Jubilee made a disgusted face.
"Well we should call Kurt and make sure he knows…he can go find her at the hospital and call us back," Bobby said reasonably.
Hank nodded, head hung, and handed the phone to someone, not looking up as he hugged Sam to him closer.
"Mam?" she said. "Da, mam aba hee."
"She says Steph ain't here," Ruhko said, tongue sticking out of her mouth sideways as she tried to open a box of Twinkies. Giving up on the delicate approach, her claws appeared with a soft snikt and she tore into the box and half of the Twinkies inside, white fluff and yellow cake flying. Chuckling, she began to eat.
Scott rubbed his temples. "We know Steph isn't here," he said heavily.
Ruhko looked up at him, shrugged, and went back to her 'kill'.
"We'll try again in a few minutes," Jubilee said.
Sam saw Ruhko and made a face, being a neat child and resenting unnecessary messes. "Abba na na," she said severely.
Ruhko looked up at her and growled. "I'm not bad, ya little rat!" she retorted.
The baby turned away and hid her face in Hank's chest.
"Ruhko, act your age," Bobby said. "Leave Sam alone."
Ruhko made a face at him, then went back to her food.
"Da boop a glok," said Sam.
"I agree," Hank said, stroking her back. "I agree wholeheartedly."
